Chapter 3 A mere slave

Huayue is the busiest servant in the entire General's Mansion. Before dawn, she has to get up to run the main courtyard, prepare meals, and serve his wife. When the sun rises, the general will be given soup and snacks, admonish the servants, and tidy up chores. After the sun goes down, there is not much free time. It is necessary to organize the preferences of the ladies and ladies for future use, and to count the account books for the day to balance the income and expenditure.

These things will consume all her energy, at most two hours a day to sleep well.

However, Hua Yue felt that no matter how many chores were added together, it was not as difficult for Li Jing Yun to deal with it.

Luo curtain lowered, the doctor packed up the medicine box and stepped back, Li Jingyun leaned on the soft pillow, his hair scattered in all directions, and his expression was lazy.

"Why didn't you hold it?" The cat sighed like a mouse.

Hua Yue knelt at the end of his bed, still showing him a soft smile: "It's the slave's fault."

"Then when are you going to receive the punishment? It's too annoying to always kneel here."

Hua Yue bowed her head to him: "If you return to the son, the general has an order to let the servants first serve the son with medicine."

The medicine bowl on the lower table beside the bed gave off a bitter smell. Li Jingyun squinted and sneered, "You made me fall off the horse, if you don't receive the punishment first, what medicine will you serve?"

Nice to say too.

Hua Yue squeezed her hands tightly, her face smiling like a flower in early spring, and she had already scolded this person from beginning to end in her heart.

After all, he is a son-in-law, so in order not to meet the Han family, he even jumped on the horse himself. If she really broke her leg, it would be fine, but she lay unharmed on the bed and pretended to be sick, which made the lady worry half to death.

"Young master drank the medicine, and the slaves went to receive the punishment."

Li Jingyun pushed away the medicine bowl she handed over: "I can't drink the medicine you brought."

Don't drink if you can't drink it, you deserve it.

Taking back the medicine bowl, Huayue continued to kneel meekly, stirring the spoon silently.

"What?" He was a little impatient, "You still want to rely on me not to leave in this yard?"

"Back to the son's words." Hua Yue raised her eyes innocently, "The son is seriously injured, and there is no close attendant by his side. The general can't be relieved.

The voice fell, and as expected, the man on the bed immediately became irritable, the mahogany hand pillow flew over with a "swipe", Huayue ducked her head sideways, a gust of wind blew past her ear, and then there was a heavy "clang".

"Young Master, be careful." She smiled, "The doctor said that Master is too frightened today and needs to rest."

If he really let him rest, he would tie her, Zhuang's dog, to bark all the time? Li Jingyun was so angry that his eyes darkened.

He didn't like being followed, so there were only a few rough servants in the east courtyard, and there were no personal servants, and his father knew that. He also asked Yin Huayue to come over, so it was obvious that he wanted to monitor him.

Glancing at the medicine bowl in Huayue's hand, Li Jingyun reached out to take it, raised his head and took a sip, frowning.

"Where's the candied fruit?"

Huayue got up, took out a packet of candied fruit from her sleeve pocket, opened it and handed it to him.

Carry this kind of thing with you?

Li Jingyun didn't start, and said angrily: "I want to eat the candied plum blossoms from Jing'an Tang, you go out and buy it now."

The man next to him folded his hands and replied with a smile: "The general ordered that slaves should not leave the son's side for half a step, and any chores that need to go out of the house must be done by other slaves in the yard."

"..."

After cursing a few words, Li Jingyun stood up.

"Where is your son going?"

"To go to the toilet." He took two steps out, paused, and turned around in disbelief, "Do you want to follow the toilet too?"

Hua Yue smiled and bowed to him: "The slave is waiting outside."

With a flick of his sleeves, Li Jingyun strode out, and Huayue followed suit, stopping until she reached the door of the back hall.

Yu Guang glanced behind him, he hummed softly, and after entering the back hall, he turned over from the courtyard wall next to him, and fell silently to the edge of the wall outside.

It was just after noon, and the house was busy cleaning up the mess after the Han family passed the house. There was no one on the trail outside. As long as you bypassed the kitchen in front, you could sneak out through the back door.

Just a mere slave, just want to trap him in the house?

No way.

Li Jingyun looked around vigilantly, tapped the ground with his toes, and avoided all the servants as light as a swallow. As soon as he touched the knocker of the back door, he breathed a sigh of relief, stood up straight and straightened his clothes for himself.

In the end, he is the son of the general's mansion, with strong martial arts, unparalleled tactics, and no one can stop him.

What a pity, Mr. Yin.

Tears of sympathy for her, Li Jingyun happily opened the back door.

"Son."

Huayue stood outside the door, raised the rolled shampoo above her head, and handed it to him respectfully: "Please use it."

"..."

Closing the door with a snap, Li Jingyun turned around and rubbed his eyes.

Did you read it wrong? Yin Huayue was still in the East Court just now, how could she run faster than him? He must have misunderstood.

After several times to convince himself to calm down, Li Jingyun gently pulled the copper ring at the back - the rolled up fragrance handkerchief was handed in half through the crack of the open door, Yin Huayue's voice sounded softly: "Han The lady loves jasmine, and the fragrance is also good, so you might as well try it out.”

Half-faced, Li Jingyun threw the door open and said coldly, "My son likes to kill people, why don't you let Miss Han come and try?"

"Miss Han said that the son is a treasure in the capital, and she likes whatever the son likes." Hua Yue smiled and bowed, "If the son is interested, the slave will invite Miss Han, so it's okay to try."

Li Jingyun reached out and wiped his face.

He thinks that these women are sick and unreasonable. What is the benefit of begging Bailai to marry him? He doesn't want to, the other party is also a guard when he enters the door, it is better to be at ease in the embroidered building. Besides, he has not yet established a career, why is he in a hurry to start a family?

After walking half a step, Yin Huayue followed him in front of him, holding a meek face, which made people angry.

Li Jingyun narrowed his eyes: "Do you think the young master can't do anything about you?"

"The slaves dare not."

He said that he didn't dare, but he didn't let half an inch of his body. Li Jingyun laughed in anger, and was too lazy to go out. He dragged her back and walked back through the corridor, passing the saluting servants, and kicked away. the door of the main hall.

"Didn't you say that the young master drank the medicine, and you came to receive the punishment?" Throwing her into the yard, Li Jingyun sneered, "Let's take it, Lord watch."

Huayue staggered two steps to stand, smiled and replied: "Yes."

The people in the main office were stunned, and they didn't know what happened, but Xun Ma, who was in charge of the affairs, came up and asked, "Why did you come here in person?"

Li Jingyun raised his chin and pointed at Yin Huayue, his face gloomy.

Mother Xun understood, and said softly: "Hua Yue has implicated the son today, and the general has ordered it. The son only needs to heal the wounds, and the rest is left to the slaves."

"Then I'll leave it to you." Li Jingyun clapped his hands, "Be honest and send it back to me."

"Yes."

Hua Yue didn't say a word, didn't resist, she kneeled in front of Mama Xun obediently, her posture was gentle.

However, as soon as Li Jingyun took a step outside, someone grabbed the hem of his clothes.

The clothes were wrinkled, and the fingers between them were long and soft, and they didn't seem to have much strength. He wanted to pull them back, but he couldn't.